BB Grey–musings

Let me linger, leisurely, with the weight of my stare,
as you lie—naked, bare—
dreaming of lies too heavy to bear.

Smooth, flawless—temptingly so,
a whisper of heat where my lips long to go.
Your body shifts, a silent plea,
a sigh, a shiver—calling to me.

I inhale—
a heady blend of perfumed sin and morning air,
your essence laced with desire’s flare.
You are all, and somehow more,
a siren sculpted for my adore.

I trace the echoes left on your skin,
where night’s embrace still softly clings.
A whispered touch, a lingering taste,
desire unbound, yet sweetly chased.

A certain part of me pleads you stay
in slumber’s veil, untouched by day—
because if you saw through my longing eyes,
you’d question the truth in love’s disguise.
But love does not ponder, nor think too far,
so I’ll whisper now, erase all doubt—

You are my muse, my angel divine,
a masterpiece—forever mine